Disconcerting carcasses that were like a mix of human and sheep littered the ground.
The scarlet mist, carrying dust, was blown away by the wind. For a moment, it was as if a hazy drizzle was falling.
In the sky.
Unbeknownst when, the moon peeked out of the heavy clouds again.
The gruesome moonlight shone on the scarlet drizzle.
It stirs an unintentional exclamation: what a captivating scenery!
Within the drizzle.
Zhang Jing, with his back to the team from The Demon Suppressing Department, had clothes untouched by dust, with both hands carried at his back. He gave off an air of profound mystery.
He remained silent.
The members of The Demon Suppressing Department also kept their silence, unconsciously slowing their breaths, seemingly afraid of disturbing the Marquis-level powerhouse's thoughts.
An eerie stillness was maintained between them.
Time ticked by.
Zhang Jing, who had been exuding an aura of a superior person, began to lose grip on his expression.
